February 2010
4 posts
Wishing someone was dead is like wishing you had a glass of water. Just get the job done, lazy ass.
Strange how
When you see someone walking down the street by themselves smiling, they seem like a fucking creep..
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My guy is a tad transcontinental But it keeps me enchained.. Watch an old black and white movie Fred and ginger are too sentimental.. crying in shame I don’t want to be forgotten… I can’t be alone So don’t you dare leave me It’s...
Bonjour, Mes Amis.
Wow I can’t wait ‘til I’m fluent in French. Off to the language lab to work on my French assignment— not even getting credit for the hours I spend in there today.
Nathan watched ‘Good Eats’ at 5am or so. It woke me up, and I never fell back asleep. I am usually never awake at this hour, and it’s strange acknowledging all the people who are. Every day...
